My Stranger Husband Full Episode Novels & Stories

We were strangers tied together by a contract rather than vows of love. His gaze met mine a few times as he conversed with his business partners, his eyes cold, a deep shade of grey, holding emotions I couldn’t place. He smiled a few times, the smiles failing to reach his eyes each time. Adrian scared me a bit; his demeanor, his eyes too. A man of a few words, he spoke only when necessary, those necessary things being, business and dishing out orders. Funny how it took me one evening to figure out. Soon enough, it was time to go to my new home, to live with absolute strangers. Cameras kept flashing in my face, the media trying to seek answers to questions from my husband, who pretended like

At the same time, Nathan, who had been notified by Emmy earlier, arrived at the scene; he was furious to see a strange man hugging his wife, who was drooping helplessly. "Son of a bitch! what are you doing to my wife?" Nathan shouted angrily; he was about to beat up the stranger, but Emmy, who saw the scene, immediately restrained him. "Hold on, boss! This gentleman saved Miss Nina." Nathan immediately grabbed Nina into his arms, "Honey, are you okay? Wake up, honey." "Your wife seems to have fainted; if you're a responsible husband, take good care of your wife; someone wants to harm her." After saying this, the Stranger man stood up and walked away from the stunned Nathan. But then, Nathan

"She's clearly incapable of consenting." The stranger's eyes widened in surprise as Sebastian's blows rained down on him. Abigail's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling to the side as she slumped in her chair. "You're her husband?" the stranger stammered, trying to defend himself. Sebastian's grip tightened, his face twisted in rage. "I'm her husband, and I won't let anyone take advantage of her. Least of all a stranger like you." The music and laughter around them faded into the background as the scene escalated, drawing the attention of the other partygoers.

He watches them from afar as they run till he saw his wife entertained the strange guy making him feel irritated and angry. “What do you want from me?” he heard his wife asked the stranger. “If you are not busy later, I would love to invite you for a dinner and get to know each other,” he bravely invites her. Caspian was ready to make his move when he saw his wife paused and turns to the guy as her hands were on her waist. “I am not interested to know you,” she frankly uttered without any reaction. “If you aren’t interested with me then why are you entertaining me? Why did you wave at me in return?” he inquires, can’t accept that she rejects his kind offer.

“We’ll leave at nine-thirty.” “Thank you,” I say softly. He just nods, his attention back on whatever he’s working on. I settle deeper into the pillows, watching him work. The blue light from the screen casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the concentration in his eyes. This is strange. Being here, in this bed, with this man who is technically my husband but also essentially still a stranger. A stranger who keeps surprising me with the smallest acts of kindness that leave me completely baffled.

He asked as he stood beside me but before I could respond Kristen came over and if looks could kill, the stranger would have been six feet below. “ Is there a problem, love?” Kristen asked with a stern expression as he handed over the smoothie and placed his hand around my waist. “ Oh not at all.” I smiled brightly. “ Is he your lover?” The stranger asked and Kristen looked like he was about to bite his head off. “ This is my husband, Kristen.” I said and he looked kinda surprised. “ I'm so sorry, I really didn't know you were married..” he apologized but Kristen wouldn't stop glaring at him.

The stranger. He’s here

"Turns out tequila can't erase the image of your husband fucking your best friend in your bed." The words came out flat and emotionless. Somewhere around shot five, I'd moved past hysterical and landed in numb. The stranger turned to look at me fully for the first time. His eyes scanned my face with an intensity that made me feel exposed, like he could see every broken piece inside me. My pulse stuttered. "Your husband is an idiot." I let out a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been a sob. "You don't even know me."

He even snored. While Emma and Landon rested, things were not as calm for the Abrahms, the family from earlier. The man, Jason Abrahms, was in near-panic, pacing as he urged his wife, “You’ve got to figure something out. Go over there and apologize!” “I… I don’t know what to do!" his wife, Grace Abrahms said, her voice breaking and on the verge of tears. “I want to, but they’ve got security. I can’t even get close.”

"I don't care! I've been away on a business trip for days. You need to make up for it. If you really break, I'll just find a new one!" "You wouldn't dare!" Kylan gave me a playful swat. Just as we were flirting, a few knocks came from outside. Before I could react, a tall figure walked in. I froze. Who was this stranger in our home? What made it worse was that he was wearing nothing but a towel. His muscular arms were enough to hint at exactly how fit he was underneath. The man's features were sharp and chiseled. Droplets of water traced the contours of his legs, glistening under the warm yellow light.